Taken down

To sip at a well slowly
is not to draw its contents in at once.....
some wade after a while., and some plunge....
Some stand on the precipice and gaze in awe at the abyss
...roiling sands and steppes cut down the side.....
winding down in slow grades
.....others take the Offered Hand and waft down the bottom,,,,,
Safe in the Trust they repose in The Ones
....and watch the bottom as it comes.....
the box opened....
The veils parted, the sands sifted....
the wraiths unleashed....
Who can stand the fires inside themselves
....Come out obdurate, or come out pliant...
one is changed forever and becomes another
.....A joy for their One....and a Harbinger of peace to Their one....